Hi everyone! I'm a 18+ bisexual girl, i use she/her pronouns and I go by the name Lessi. I decided to start writing here on Tumblr for fun, and I do have a life outside of it so don't expect costant posts.
RULES:
Minors or ageless blog, do not interact with any of my NSFW works please, I know you can be curious about it, but trust me it's not good to be introduced to kinks, soft or not, at such a young age. Live your childhood and teen years, spend some times with your friends.
If I say I'm uncomfortable with something, please do respect my boundaries and, if I accidentally break yours or make you uncomfortable in any way, please tell me so I can apologise and not do it again!!
I don't want any racisms, homophobia, xenophobia or anything of that sort. I want this to be a safe place for people, so Don't be ignorant and respect others.
be polite and respect my time!
WHAT I WILL WRITE:
I will write almost everything, including NSFW, for anyone as long as im are COMFORTABLE, I will not be breaking anyone's boundaries because someone is horny, sorry not sorry.
Now, talking about writing...
I TAKE REQUESTS!
if you are curious about what fandom i write, just ask me! im not writing them here because i get obsessed with new fandoms/sports/whatever every other week, so it would be pretty messy
give me time to write them
im always open for a chat about anything
also im not deleting my old posts, some people are still liking them, so ill keep them on my profile but just know that i do not write for mcyt anymore
MY BOUNDARIES:
respect me and everyone else
dont be rude, give me my time to work on the posts and still live my life
Dont ask personal questions like where I live, other socials, real name, etc.
thats it i think
Thank you everyone for reading! At the next post! <3
HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH 🗣️. Did y’all know it’s the 100th anniversary of Black History Month? IM SO HYPED ABOUT THAT. Shout out to all my black cosplayers, black artists, black gamers, black people in the education field, black shifters, black self shippers, black people in the medical field and sooooo much more. Y’all are amazing and I’m proud of y’all. KEEP GOING‼️
Just imagining you riding Jason’s thighs, and face, and maybe something else too. Enjoy.
tw: nsfw under the cut, slight overstimulation kink, thigh riding, face riding, jason is a starved man, cum eating, he eats you out, humping and i think that’s it. he’s desperate and loves you.
He’s comfortably sitting in the couch you two bought when you moved in the apartment together, one arm resting over the back of it and the other is strategically placed atop of the bare skin of your hip; cold, callouses fingers gripping the naked skin with just enough force to encourage you to keep going, to keep making a mess all over him.
“Come on princess, get back to riding” He says, his voice hoarse as he stares at you with his blue eyes, his gaze constantly moving from your moaning face, your bouncing breasts and your bare pussy sliding back and forth. There is something primal and warm that is settling inside Jason’s chest as he watches you get off on him, you using him for your pleasure, it makes him question why he doesn’t submit more often. Its addicting.
Correction,
Jason is addicted.
To the way you look, the way you sound as you moan his name, first in a shy whimper and after he gives your ass a firm smack as you slow down, your breath uneven, it gets louder;
he’s addicted to how your pussy feels, even if he’s not inside of you right now, just feeling it pulsing against his skin, your juices making a mess on him and on the floor and-
god, Jason is just addicted to you, he’s sure you were made for him just like he was made for you.
Your high pitched whine and the hand pawning at his chest brings him back to reality, just in time to see your eyes roll in the back of your head as you fist a handfuls of his shirt, trying to ground yourself as your second orgasms washes over you.
“Good girl, so fucking good princess. Fuck.” He says, groaning at the sight and the feeling of your cum slowly dripping down his thigh. Without wasting even an minute, he’s full on manhandling you.
He lays down on the couch before he places you your pussy right over his mouth and immediately he starts lapping at your folds, his actions similar to the ones of a starving man.
He puts his hand on your ass, squeezing both cheeks while ignoring the pitiful pleads leaving your mouth,
“Baby ple-please I ca-can’t!”
He hears you clearly, yet he also feels the way your thighs clench around his head, the way your hand grabs his hair and pushes his head even deeper inside of you, the way your body betrays you as you beg him to stop and yet you keep riding his face. You just taste so good, he can’t get enough.
He gives your clit a good lick before taking it into his mouth, sucking on it for a few moments before gently grazing his teeth against the sensitive bud of nerves, making you squeal and tighten your hold on him, your thighs trembling at the feeling.
He tries to ignore the way his cock twitches on his boxer, but his hips start to naturally raise slowly, humping the air as he tries to stimulate himself and to create some friction. He’s sure there is a wet spot on the dark blue boxers that covers his dick, caused by your earlier messy make out session in his lap, that led to all of this, and the pre cum that is surely slowly dripping down his shaft by now.
Suddenly, you grind yourself down on his face, hard, and fast, and he lets out a pornograpich moan as you basically suffocate him with your pussy, his eyes closed shut in pleasure while he squeezes the flash of your ass, pushing you even closer to him.
This is definitely what Heaven feels and tastes like, he’s sure of it.
He continues to use his tongue, sometimes even his nose, to pleasure you. Switching from lapping at your walls as deep as he can before moving towards your pulsing clit.
“‘M gonna cum I- UGHHH!l” you squeal, throwing your head back as Jason immediately catches all of it in his mouth, taking everything as if it was his last meal. He continues to hump the air, but as soon as he feels you yanking his hair to pull him closer as you ride out your orgasm, he feels the the pressure in his stomach relieving, and his boxer suddenly feel tight, warm and sticky. Just like you.
After a few more instances, both of you calm down enough for you to be able to slide off of Jason’s face, dragging your pulsing pussy across his shirt as you rest on his abdomen.
“Such a good girl, you taste so good princess.”
The lazy, worn out smile you gives him as a response to his praise his enough to make his cock twitch to life again his pants, and he wastes no time to clash your mouths together, his hands sliding up and down your body while yours go right through his hair again, your nails scratching softly his scalp.
This is gonna be a long night, but Jason is not one to complain.
Just imagining you riding Jason’s thighs, and face, and maybe something else too. Enjoy.
tw: nsfw under the cut, slight overstimulation kink, thigh riding, face riding, jason is a starved man, cum eating, he eats you out, humping and i think that’s it. he’s desperate and loves you.
He’s comfortably sitting in the couch you two bought when you moved in the apartment together, one arm resting over the back of it and the other is strategically placed atop of the bare skin of your hip; cold, callouses fingers gripping the naked skin with just enough force to encourage you to keep going, to keep making a mess all over him.
“Come on princess, get back to riding” He says, his voice hoarse as he stares at you with his blue eyes, his gaze constantly moving from your moaning face, your bouncing breasts and your bare pussy sliding back and forth. There is something primal and warm that is settling inside Jason’s chest as he watches you get off on him, you using him for your pleasure, it makes him question why he doesn’t submit more often. Its addicting.
Correction,
Jason is addicted.
To the way you look, the way you sound as you moan his name, first in a shy whimper and after he gives your ass a firm smack as you slow down, your breath uneven, it gets louder;
he’s addicted to how your pussy feels, even if he’s not inside of you right now, just feeling it pulsing against his skin, your juices making a mess on him and on the floor and-
god, Jason is just addicted to you, he’s sure you were made for him just like he was made for you.
Your high pitched whine and the hand pawning at his chest brings him back to reality, just in time to see your eyes roll in the back of your head as you fist a handfuls of his shirt, trying to ground yourself as your second orgasms washes over you.
“Good girl, so fucking good princess. Fuck.” He says, groaning at the sight and the feeling of your cum slowly dripping down his thigh. Without wasting even an minute, he’s full on manhandling you.
He lays down on the couch before he places you your pussy right over his mouth and immediately he starts lapping at your folds, his actions similar to the ones of a starving man.
He puts his hand on your ass, squeezing both cheeks while ignoring the pitiful pleads leaving your mouth,
“Baby ple-please I ca-can’t!”
He hears you clearly, yet he also feels the way your thighs clench around his head, the way your hand grabs his hair and pushes his head even deeper inside of you, the way your body betrays you as you beg him to stop and yet you keep riding his face. You just taste so good, he can’t get enough.
He gives your clit a good lick before taking it into his mouth, sucking on it for a few moments before gently grazing his teeth against the sensitive bud of nerves, making you squeal and tighten your hold on him, your thighs trembling at the feeling.
He tries to ignore the way his cock twitches on his boxer, but his hips start to naturally raise slowly, humping the air as he tries to stimulate himself and to create some friction. He’s sure there is a wet spot on the dark blue boxers that covers his dick, caused by your earlier messy make out session in his lap, that led to all of this, and the pre cum that is surely slowly dripping down his shaft by now.
Suddenly, you grind yourself down on his face, hard, and fast, and he lets out a pornograpich moan as you basically suffocate him with your pussy, his eyes closed shut in pleasure while he squeezes the flash of your ass, pushing you even closer to him.
This is definitely what Heaven feels and tastes like, he’s sure of it.
He continues to use his tongue, sometimes even his nose, to pleasure you. Switching from lapping at your walls as deep as he can before moving towards your pulsing clit.
“‘M gonna cum I- UGHHH!l” you squeal, throwing your head back as Jason immediately catches all of it in his mouth, taking everything as if it was his last meal. He continues to hump the air, but as soon as he feels you yanking his hair to pull him closer as you ride out your orgasm, he feels the the pressure in his stomach relieving, and his boxer suddenly feel tight, warm and sticky. Just like you.
After a few more instances, both of you calm down enough for you to be able to slide off of Jason’s face, dragging your pulsing pussy across his shirt as you rest on his abdomen.
“Such a good girl, you taste so good princess.”
The lazy, worn out smile you gives him as a response to his praise his enough to make his cock twitch to life again his pants, and he wastes no time to clash your mouths together, his hands sliding up and down your body while yours go right through his hair again, your nails scratching softly his scalp.
This is gonna be a long night, but Jason is not one to complain.
Hello, my name sooad Muhammad, I am a 61-year-old mother and former school teacher from Gaza💔
After the army entered the city, we went out to Rafah under the attack of planes and missiles.And the bullets that spare no one, we lived in torn tents that did not protect from the heat, the cold, or the rain. All the words in the world cannot describe what we have lived through. All I want is for you to look at me and my family with a merciful heart and help me.
Before October 7th, I lived a humble life, dedicated to teaching and raising my children. But everything changed. Since that day, my family and I have been living in unimaginable conditions—without electricity, without clean water, without safety.
Our home was destroyed, and we now sleep in a torn tent, exposed to the freezing cold. My children cry from hunger and fear. The markets are empty or unaffordable. Bread is now a luxury—I knead pasta just to make something to fill their stomachs
Please open your heart and stand with us in this time of despair.
We are not asking for much—just a chance to survive. A blanket for the cold. A piece of bread. A roof that does not leak. A moment of peace for my children
I am humbly asking for your help. Your donation, no matter how small, can give us warmth, food, and hope. It can help us survive these dark days and rebuild a life with dignity.
Your support means the world to me and my family.
Please donate 🙏
All the destruction that you see, we live every day a hundred times, and we live hunger, death, and a life that has no taste of life
My name is Mahmoud Al-Halaq, from Palestine - Gaza - I am 29 years old. This message is addressed to every person who carries compassion, kindness, and love in their heart. After 470 days of war on Gaza, the destruction that has occurred, the displacement we have faced, moving from one place to another, and the loss and death of loved ones and friends, I found myself alone without a home or place, and even the prices of food are astronomical. The world has changed so much that life has become gloomy and boring. Therefore, I ask for your help in rebuilding myself, my life, and my family's life anew. You are our remaining hope in life. If there were an opportunity to work, I would not waste a minute nor ask for help from anyone, but I urgently need assistance for my family, my children, and the women to rebuild what has been destroyed and crushed in this devastating and painful war. Thank you for your time and support; we draw our strength and resilience from your support. 🍉
Please donate
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Hello, my name is Karina. I'm organizing this campaign for Mahmoud Alhallaq, whose previous campaigns have been shut down or have had their
Imagine being an Information Technology student, your days filled with lectures, coding projects, and dreams of a better future. Then one day, your entire world is upended. You find yourself standing atop the ruins of your home, the bitter wind biting through your clothes as you stare at the devastation stretching endlessly before you. In the blink of an eye, your world has transformed from textbooks and computer screens to survival amid the wreckage of a genocide.
Images: (Top) Mahmoud before the start of the conflict. (Bottom) Mahmoud, standing atop the ruins of his home, destroyed by occupation attacks.
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Story written by @rumiandroses
Before the war, Mahmoud was an Information Technology student at Gaza University, harboring dreams of building a brighter future for his family. Those dreams were shattered when the university was bombed, classes were suspended, and his home in Khan Yunis was reduced to ruins. Now, Mahmoud and his family live in a makeshift tent in a displacement camp, fighting to survive without water, electricity, or access to food.
The winter cold seeps through every threadbare inch of the tent, and the howling wind drowns out the silence left by everything they’ve lost. With his father sick and his brother in need of medical care, Mahmoud shoulders the burden of his family’s survival alone. Every day is a battle against hunger and despair, a struggle to find clean water and enough food to keep his loved ones alive.
Despite the ceasefire, the nightmare continues. The streets of Gaza are lined with hollow buildings and shattered glass, a grim reminder that peace is a fragile but unwavering hope. The infrastructure is decimated, jobs are nonexistent, and the people are left to fend for themselves amid the wreckage. Mahmoud's dreams of finishing his education are now intertwined with a desperate plea for survival—for the chance to escape Gaza, to rebuild their lives, to turn the page on this chapter of endless loss.
Your support can help Mahmoud continue his education outside of Gaza, to rebuild what was destroyed, and to keep his family alive through the darkest winter they’ve ever known.
Please consider making a donation to help Mahmoud's family rebuild, or by sharing his story so his call for help can reach others who can.
You can donate to Mahmoud's GoFundMe campaign [HERE].
Mahmoud’s campaign has been vetted by @gazavetters, and is (#063) on their list of verified campaigns. His campaign has also been vetted by @beesandwatermelons, and is (#190) on their list of verified campaigns
🌟I hope this message finds you well. This is Mahmoud Jihad, hailing from Gaza. Recently, we experienced a devastating loss—our home 🏠, my university 🎓, and everything familiar is gone. Currently, my family and I are living in a flimsy tent 🏕️, struggling to get by. I was pursuing a degree in Information Technology and supporting my family, but now we're facing extremely difficult circumstances.
😔We find ourselves trapped in Gaza amid massive destruction 🏚️, and winter has brought with it the biting cold 🥶. We urgently need your immediate help to get through these tough times. 😭 Every donation, regardless of size, can make a tremendous difference. Your support is a beacon of hope in these dark times. ✨
Our campaign is progressing slowly, and no one has donated to us so far. 🥹 We desperately need your urgent support to overcome this crisis.
Our campaign is verified by:
@beesandwatermelons ✅#190
and @gazavetters ✅#63.
You can support us through this link: https://gofund.me/463cbf01 💔
From the bottom of our hearts, thank you. Let's come together to rebuild our lives. 🙏❤️
Your kindness and support mean everything to us. Your donations will directly help us rebuild our lives. Thank you once again for your incredible support! 🌹
My brother. Abd must leave for treatment. The crossings have been opened for humanitarian cases. Save my brother before he becomes paralyzed. Please donate, even if it is $5, it will make a big difference.
Gaza must be evacuated for treatment
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"From the depths of pain, I call upon you… Save my family before our last breath fades 💔"*
I feel very desperate. I lost all the money from my previous campaign to treat my brother. The situation has become bad now. We do not have money for food and treatment for my sick brother. 😭💔
I am writing to kindly ask for your support in reblogging my pinned post on my page❤🙏.
My name is Inas Imad from Gaza, and I am married and also pregnant with my first child. I may lose my child due to extreme hunger and the lack of medicine.
The situation is very dangerous in Gaza
In short, there are no minimum necessities for human life here. The situation is catastrophic and devastates humanity. Famine is intensifying, poverty is intensifying, goods are running out, and the danger of bombing is all around us.😟
I appeal to you and seek your help to share our story and our suffering through your pages, and to provide us with support and concern.🙏
My fetus is in danger and I need medications and needles to complete my pregnancy،This is my first child after three years of trying to get pregnant😭😭
Unfortunately, when I went to the doctor today, I saw many pregnant women suffering from malnutrition and lack of medications. The doctor examined them and told them that there were deformities in their babies. Please, I am a first-time mother and I do not want to lose my child 😭😭😭
Thank you very much.
Inas Imad from Gaza
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #425 )✅️🇵🇸🇵🇸
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